In the quiet of the night, shadows start to form,
They whisper tales of battles, fought but never won,
A storm within the silence, brewing fierce and warm,
Echoes linger in the dark, the night's begun.
Silent storms, they rage inside,
Tearing at the seams of peace,
Suddenly they rise and glide,
Then vanish, leaving no release.
Eyes open wide, yet no one sees the fight,
Heartbeats race with every thundering scream,
The calm before the chaos, just another night,
Reality blurs with every twisted dream.
Silent storms, they rage inside,
Tearing at the seams of peace,
Suddenly they rise and glide,
Then vanish, leaving no release.
Morning breaks, the storm is gone,
A hollow shell is left behind,
The struggle ends, but life moves on,
Strength is lost, and peace we find.
Silent storms, they rage inside,
Tearing at the seams of peace,
Suddenly they rise and glide,
Then vanish, leaving no release.